Rose & Thorn Poetry

Emotions can sometimes be difficult to navigate. Sometimes when you've already got a lot going on, it makes you more sensitive to even the littlest of things. I wrote about some of the things that make me tempted to snap. These may be some reasons you struggle with being unkind (def. mine), but remember they may also be why someone is unkind to you Trying to be Kind It is hard to be kind when you’re tired… Or when you’re hungry Or lonely Or when you’re scared. It’s hard when you’re frustrated… Or when you’ve had a bad day Or a bad week Or when you’re overwhelmed. It’s hard when you’re stressed… Or when you’re rushed Or forgotten Or when you’re disappointed. It’s hard to be kind when you’re disrespected… Or when you’re expected to be someone’s rescuer Or lifeline Or when you listen to everyone’s problems. It’s hard when you’re depressed… Or when you’re anxious Or feeling ill Or when you’ve had enough of people. It’s hard when you’re overlooked… Or when y...

The Sleeping Dragon Inside my soul there sleeps A passionate fiend, A dragonous beast-- A heart that beats. The roaring, raging emotionality, Strong and dangerous brutality, I try to keep it at rest, Keep it subdued, Hidden and suppressed. The many feelings kept sleeping inside, You can’t see them, I’ve put them out of sight. All those bothersome emotions, In a morphed distorted beast. A dangerous and difficult task, To manage this monster with its vast array of teeth. Slowly breaking me down, From inside, these burning feelings. In weariness I fear this mayhem may get released. Oh that complicated compilation, Of all those tiresome emotions. I never know when it will awake, What disaster it will try to initiate. I can’t promise constraint when it finally breaks away. Without relent it seeks a way To let itself be freed. This seething dragon devising inside my head, I mustn’t listen to the trickery. For if these emotions are given credenc...

  Looking Glass Deep within the looking glass, Colorful emotions contort and flicker. Ashes of blue, conflicts of green, passions of red, Refract and reemerge as a shimmering display. Upon its surface they appear Desires and emotions reflected, Presented on a different face. The feelings seen, now the feelings felt, Worn as a pretentious skin. The looking glass tries not to look, For fear of being overwhelmed. For to see inside another’s soul is to stare into the sun. The fervor and feelings of others Reflect inside the mirror. The mirror can’t help but be remade, Becoming an image, Rebuilt as a façade, Becoming another’s echo. No longer can it be itself, It does not remember how To be itself apart from others. Associating with another’s blemishes, Or showcasing lovely features, Burdens borne by others now become the mirror’s. The tears resound in the mirror’s heart, The sorrow grips the deepest part, Joy likewise is bundled up and cast inside. H...

Trying something different. This poem is just as much about appearance as the words.  Monochrome Some days I feel like I’m living in monochrome and everyone else is living in color and I just can’t experience the beautiful colors.  They look so happy smiling in that special way  Doing sweet things and living a lovely day  But I can’t say I’ve felt the same Hazy grey, lackluster mist Ashen taupe Lacerated hope, grasping at wind  They say the world is vibrant  Endowed with glossy hues  An endless adventure  A treasure-trove discovered  Look at them, excitement profuse  Life of colors everyday imbued  Joy on their faces suffuse  Bright beads adorn their necks  They live in dazzling array  Not one trace of grey Daunting hours spread on end Ragged, haggard This unbecoming state Undressed yet clothed in bleakness --curse this weakness-- It is myself I begin to hate  ...